Last Words

You really think I'm out to lunch, don't you. Apocalypse? Ain't gonna happen. A big dip in the road — maybe; The End of the World As We Know It? — unh-uh.

You know, you could be right. But what if I am? I sure as hell don't know what the future holds; but on the other hand my guestimates are pretty good — I've done the research and put the pieces together, I have a big Big Picture, and I talk to Aliens. Wanna bet against me? Naw, your money won't be any good when I'm right.

Seriously, though, I don't expect you to buy the whole package I'm selling — it's too soon for that — but if you don't do the research and come up with some guestimates of your own — and act — you could get hurt. And then everyone around you gets hurt, too.

One thing's certain: if you buy my competitor's product, the business-as-usual, made-in-America-so-it's-gotta-be-good package, you'll never know what hit you.

One more thing: if there isn't a full-blown Apocalypse by 2020, I will eat these words. All of 'em: I'll print this site out and have it for lunch. There won't be anything else left to do with it by that point — it'll be too late.